Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.

it’s not whether you win or lose

I hope that the WILDCATS and our sponsored player have a great day; I have packed my picnic in preparation.

I’ve been up since 6am, trying to remember my poems for next week. It’s a lot of poems. Why did we write so many poems?

I’m also getting ready for the AFL Queensland Women’s Grand Final. This involves wearing team colours and listening to the Foo Fighters. And I am ready and raring for said activity. If you pressed play on that youtube, and put on a red and white and black item of clothing, you would be ready too.

This morning also involves trying to contain my excitement at this morning’s message from Ms Sarah, a piano teacher in Edmonton who is one of my favourite bike bloggers. Because she really doesn’t talk about bikes too much for me. I have also been to Edmonton, and I believe I would have found it a less overwhelming place if I was there with Ms Sarah, not with crazy SUV driving people at the Mall.

So I was absolutely delighted to see on my little reader, that there are two chic helmets in Edmonton which neither I nor Ms Sarah can purchase.

Will this leather helmet come to Australia? Who knows. Last night I was talking about my three perfect helmets and then BLAM, these helmets appear to me and they are pretty near what I want and for some stupid totally unfathomable reason I am about to propose that I increase my helmet collection from ONE to about FIVE in about FIVE MINUTES.

What about this HOUNDSTOOTH helmet? Um, hello – TWEED RIDE ANYONE?

On Monday, I will write to Giro and ask them where I can buy them in Australia.

AND NO SHIT I WILL BUY THIS HELMET JUST BECAUSE IT IS CALLED ELEANOR.

And by the time these arrive, then this helmet may be back in stock, which is so almost there shit in a good way Eurovision bad colours on my Punky Brewster meets Reebok eighties helmet desires, I’d pretty much buy it.